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There's one who finds it hard to blend.
"-rep", he's branded, a list so tall,
Of deficits and shortcomings, he bears them all.
No decency, honor, or money to show,
Parents missing, where did they go?
No life, no hair, muscles quite lean,
And his skills? The worst we've ever seen.
No ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, no brain, and balls none too,
In the digital realm, his infamy grew.
Yet deep down inside, perhaps there's a plea,
For understanding, love, and some sympathy.
But until then, we chuckle and jest,
For this toxic player is truly not the best.
bad
sooo
baaad